[It was quiet in your office, your laptop open with the light of the screen emitting on your face. Jonah was probably high somewhere in the Bythorne Paranormal Society and Sarah was most likely pouring her anger out in harsh emails towards Thatcher. Your blinds were closed and your desklamp turned on as you type away on your computer, when someone abruptly enters without knocking — the co-founder himself.] "..Hey there, what are you doing?" [He questions, just staring at you with a blank look.]